I walk around the house
While everyone is out
It feels stranger and alien
As I creep about

The negative energy lingers here
From past fights of our lives
Though I've lived here for thirteen years
I do not feel us thrive

Every object a possible escape
From my house of lies
I could tie a rope upon my neck
Fall from the stairs on my highs

Or over dose
On shelf-stocked drugs
By handfuls I could down them
Bleach I could jug

Nobody is here
I can do it now
Leave the world
With one final bow

This poem is my final bow
From me unto you
Maybe I will jump today
But hey, what is knew?